Friday, December 26, 2008
At the 7-11 a young woman in black with razor blades dangling from her ears bought a hot-dog with mustard and ketchup. In the parking lot a desperado unloaded suitcases from the trunk of his rusted-out car and tossed a spare tire into the brush, then reloaded the suitcases. I think he had body parts in the suitcases.
A bearded man was hitchhiking with a 7 week old puppy that crouched in a satchel. I gave the man $10. "I can't give you a ride"I said "but I can give you some money."
The puppy made me do it. All in all, an interesting Christmas.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Me: I took your picture through the window. I hope you don't mind,.
Al: Oh, I don't mind at all.
Me: Were you writing?
Me: If you have email I'll send you a copy of the picture.
Al: No. No email. Happy Holidays.
Me: Good night. Happy Holidays to you.
And Al headed up a side street to Bisbee's mission, open all night, no drinking or loud noise allowed.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Imagine our surprise when a huge package came to us in the mail just before Christmas. It was from my brother in the Navy who we hadn't heard from in years. In the package was a cardboard put-it-together-yourself-submarine for my kids!
It was a definite hit and our humble little house became the neighborhood hub, (until the rain came and took the starch out of our sails.)
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Three decades later I take my morning walk, the December sun glimmering off the sea and I'm thinking of the desert with such hunger and wondering why I can't be in both places at the same time.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
We moved into our first Mojave Desert house in 1972, a broken down abandoned place that was the last house on the left on Goss Rd. It was haunted by a ghost named Norma, doors opened and closed on their own and at night we heard invisible cars circling the property. We held seances and trembled when our table moved all on its own.
We didn't know it at the time because we had no electricity, no TV, no phone and only one rickety car that was usually on empty, but that was the same year the horror movie, The Last House on the Left was released.
We all could have starred in it.
He said things like, "When evil takes over a human soul, society must smash that human like a bug." And he'd look up into the camera as he banged his curled fist into his other hand and his eyeballs looked as if they could roll across the floor.
Whatever happened to actors with eyes like that?
Now I'm watching some horror flick and the teenage star is locked in the seedy bathroom of a greasy spoon by a madman.
I'm just loving these bells and whistles. To heck with the vacuum.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Today I looked closely and I think it's beginning to look a little like a crucifx. Could it be? It is the season afterall. Should I contact our newspaper? People have sold potato chips with curious images on them. Why not me? Why not our moth? (click image for finer detail. Prepare to become a believer.)
Irene, let's take this Beginning Gaelic class!
I don't want to.
What? Why not?
I have no interest in learning Gaelic.
What do you have against Gaelic?
Nothing. I just don't want to speak it.
Well, then, how about Beginning African Marimba?
Now you're talking.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
He'd gotten about a block from where I'd first seen him. He looked determined. He definitely looked as if he had a destination in mind. Was he escaping? Going shopping, heading home for the holidays? Should I have intercepted him, wrestled away his walker, spirited him into my car and forced him back to the "home"?
He looked pretty happy to me. He looked pretty free too.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
I've come to think of all these sporadic surgeries as the poor woman's face lift.
What joy to think of all the loveliness that awaits me in my 90's.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
So far we've packed: one computer, 2 digital cameras, 2 cell phones, one Nintendo DS game and one video camera.
It's hard to imagine that once I moved to a desert house on the end of a dirt road 6 miles out of town with nothing more powerful than one kerosene lamp.
See you on Tuesday.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Ty and I have spirited these socks back and forth ever since. Yesterday while I was cleaning our 'rig' for an upcoming trip I opened the microwave and there they were, the Socks!
It's my turn now. There is no doubt I'll be hiding these socks in Tyler's college dorm room and maybe he can get them past security at the local assisted living facility.
I read about meditation and generosity last night at Gateways Book Store. A resounding success. Over 100 in attendance. A room filled with love and spirit.
It is hard to reconcile such polar opposites in an 8 hour span.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
I've known people who served on the Manson jury for 9 months. I've had friends who were part of the Scott Peterson trial for 9 months. These people, rather than basking in the post-trial limelight and signing lucrative book deals, were basket cases in the end.
A friend of mine told me her mother always got out of jury duty by answering their questions with completely unrelated answers: Like, 'Do you believe in capital punishment?' And the mother would answer: 'I don't think global warming is man-made.' They finally gave up on her.
Last year I waited through the selection process for a triple murder trial. An old man was called up. 'What?' he said to every question. They gave him a hearing device but still, he'd crane his neck and say, 'What?' to every question until they finally released him.
I think it pays to listen to our elders. They seem to know how to navigate this world.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
A few years ago circumstance led us to eat Thanksgivng dinner at a local restaurant. We were waited on by staff who had obviously drawn the short end of the stick. Our particular waitperson had blue hair, trembling hands and thick surgical stockings.
"I'll have everything but the turkey and gravy," I said.
She: We can't do that.
She: Just serve potatoes and vegetables. Each of them would be a-la-carte.
Me: For more money?
She: Yes. Well..a-la-carte.
I'd come prepared. I pulled a plastic bag of sliced tofu turkey from the pocket of my blazer.
Me: Here. Plop this on my plate. Just pretend you cooked it.
She: You want a roll with that?
Me: Is that extra?